After talking to Ye Mujing for a while, the guilt in Ye Mushen's heart finally disappeared.

He didn't stop any longer and rushed to the Yinghua Hall of the second prince.

If it is said that the Wenhua Hall and the prince Ye Mujing's literary style complement each other, the Yinghua Hall is full of metaphors for the heroic and decisive decision of the second prince Ye Mutao.

When Ye Mushen stepped into the Yinghua Palace, the courtiers who were supposed to discuss the government in the hall had already retreated, and the atmosphere was very strange.

A broken porcelain cup on the ground, the tea leaked to the ground, and the light fragrance of Longjing tea in the air.

Ye Mushen looked around, bypassed the screen, and finally found Ye Mutao in a hidden cabinet behind the screen.

His heart trembled, and he quickly held his breath and tiptoed back.

There was a plausible smile on the corner of Ye Mushen's mouth.

Unexpectedly, Ye Mutao and Song Xiaomin...... Gee.

His movements were so light that the two people behind the screen didn't notice that someone was waiting outside.

The truth of ignoring incivility is best understood by Ye Mushen.

He sat down in front of the desk on the east side of the temple, put his hands behind his back, and leaned down to look at the book on it, but he did not reach out to touch it.

Suddenly, a crisp and loud slap came from behind the screen.

Ye Mu Shen sword eyebrows hooked, interesting.

"You ......," Song Xiaomin's voice implied anger.

"There are still many doubts in this case, and it must not be closed like this." Ye Mutao's tone was more serious, and he seemed to be panting lightly.

"As I said, poison Gu and treason are two different things." Song Xiaomin's voice revealed an unquestionable majesty, "The death of Qin Tianjian was caused by General Lin to conceal the crime of treason and deception. There is another hidden story in the drug Gu case, and these two cases should not be confused. The case of Qin Tianjian must be concluded tomorrow. ”

"But ......"

"Listen to me, huh?" Song Xiaomin's tone became extremely bewitching again, and even had a gentle taste, "I know more about this kind of thing than you...... Of course, this case is not that simple, but it is not as complicated as you think. Believe me...... I won't hurt your ......"

"I ......"

Then came the sound of sticky, muffled breathing.

Ye Mushen accidentally remembered the situation of the previous night, and couldn't help but be confused.

He is a rational person who does not like things that cannot be controlled.

Because of this, he likes to measure everything in terms of interests - after all, interests are always controllable.

Ling Shang may have been an accident.

And this accident should end here.

It's been a few days since I returned to Luoyang, and Ye Mushen thought to herself that it was time to restrain my cynicism.

"Mu Shen, why are you here?" After a while, Ye Mutao walked out of the screen, a little surprised, followed by the embarrassment of being broken.

The slender and handsome young man had red cheeks, moist eyes, and swollen lips.

Song Xiaomin meticulously passed by Ye Mutao, and when he saw Ye Mushen, he only nodded slightly, and left in a hurry.

"Second brother, you ......" Ye Mushen looked clear and laughed, "I can't see it, you are much happier than Brother Jing!" ”

"Ahem...... Mu Shen, it's not what you think......" Ye Mu Tao frowned at the broken teacup on the ground, "Just ...... It's just a misunderstanding, don't make a fuss. ”

"Don't worry, I'm not the kind of idler who loves to chew the root of my tongue." Ye Mushen smiled heartily and put his shoulder on his shoulder with relief, "Second brother, I came to you today for one thing. ”

"Oh?" Ye Mu Tao regained his composure, shook his head self-deprecatingly, and teased, "I knew that Mu Shen, in addition to visiting Brother Jing, you would never enter the palace for no reason, let alone come to me." ”

"Hey, the second brother's words hurt my feelings. Second brother, you are working hard, how dare I bother you if I have nothing to do? ”

"So, it's all my fault?"

Ye Mutao said as he leaned down and picked up the fragments of the quilt with his own hands.